birds, and a general lack of free time
and i pay for the freedom to ride my bike for weeks, with an incessant trail of long work days. it makes life feel so bloody compressed and squelched when you wake, eat, work, run, shower, eat, sleep. no wonder the american populous is so vacant and bereft of passion. how can one retain passion when there is so little time to foster the seeds of its needy belly? i find that while my heart aches to be making music, reading, or lying on my floor in a sea of candles, i must instead find those places in the airplane trail moments of my day. the flight of a hawk. wings spread wide, it breaks the air like fire through trees, but leaves no trace. it lands and disappears into the thick of my visual history. a brief moment of a busy day.
Posted by jeff at August 13, 2003 07:37 PM
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Some of us, a tender few of us, are blessed enough to have passions that are just profitable enough to pay the rent.
Posted by: summer at August 14, 2003 09:57 PM
And some of us just shoot horse & gobble cock.
Posted by: Oy at August 15, 2003 08:33 AM
It is one of the jokes of the universe that musicians have heavy costs-of-living (i.e. we have to buy our amps and guitars, travel, pay for hotels, etc.) and yet most of us make close to no money. You, sir, feel exactly as I did after my brief tour up to Seattle and back. A great week followed by seemingly endless weeks of toil, bouncing checks, and general financial ruin which rained down on my family like flaming Lincolns. (I'm starting to sound like Chin Ring here--forgive me Chin.)
Meanwhile, welcome to what 99% of American society is up against--a 40-60 hour work week. My students read Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel & Dimed last semester and couldn't relate at all. They are working class kids, but the fact that they are able to go to college at all already removes them from the loop of the low-wage worker. There is just no relation possible.
Posted by: Christian Kiefer at August 15, 2003 12:47 PM
shooting horse and gobbling cock.
not a bad day job, oy!
Posted by: frances at August 15, 2003 09:11 PM
There indeed are times when we all must question the passage of our time slots. Whether or not we are spending them "properly". Rather we should probe the value to our selves, that which we chase. I spent a wonderful weekend in San Francisco with my wife and children. The mortgage can wait one more pay period. The delight emanating from my children upon viewing the sea lions at the pier, the street performers on the wharf, and the exploratorium, (which I myself enjoyed rather a lot), was worth every moment, and penny that I could or could not afford to spend. We are searching for happiness and perhaps getting it confused with existence, as those who "shoot horse and gobble cock" pretend to do.
And CK, flaming lincolns is a beautiful image.
Posted by: ChinRingDingo at August 18, 2003 08:55 AM
The self-importance 'emanating' from ChittyChittyBangBang's hollow and poorly architected sentiments is staggering. Please don't pretend to know how pretend other's lives are. That's just ugly.
Posted by: Yo at August 18, 2003 10:00 AM
Oooooo....I feel so degraded by your derogatory criticism. But I see your point. Everyone has a right to be happy, and not to care about what other people think, and to gobble and shoot and cry and laugh and kill and die. I don't pretend to be some fucking artist with a chip on his shoulder, and I'm certainly no fucking architect. I'm just a fucking human stuck on this planet same as you and everyone else. And how dare you soil the name of a great film by associating it with my inadequacy in pleasing you. You pretentious prattling prick.
Posted by: ChinRingDingo at August 18, 2003 10:34 AM
